40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 331 51. Madman and Ember (4k)

You smell betrayal.

The flavor is so clear, so obvious.It represents a complete disloyalty, why can you tolerate it?No, this is not an option.The traitor deserves to die, you think, but you can't do it now because the time has not come yet.

Yes, the time has not yet come.

Garvill Loken and Taric Torgadun are your children, and they deserve a more glorious death. They deserve to die like warriors.

You need to give them hope, because hope is about to become the scariest thing in the galaxy.You need to make them fearful, then make them despair, make them hate to death, that's what you need.

Although it is difficult to accept having your children hate you, there is nothing you cannot accept for the sake of the future of all mankind.

You smiled, grimacing at your own thoughts.You stood up and thought about the others.

The first thing you think of is Sanguinius, and his wings.You miss the days when he used his wings to shield you from the sun. You wait for him, but this wait will not last long.

He and his legions have been transferred by you to Signus, where they will face the truth.Sanguinius may or may not agree, but you will go your own way to convince him.

The second one is Roger Dorn.You always like Roger very much, you like his honesty and integrity, you even like his stubbornness to a certain extent. These rare qualities and intolerable shortcomings constitute Roger Dorn.

He is without a doubt one of the best among you.Unfortunately, he won't be on your side.

There is a flaw in Rogge. If you think about it, his flaw is stupidity and loyalty.

He has made following the Emperor so instinctive that he is almost a puppet.Never mind, you'll find a way to free him from this bondage.

You smiled. You stopped thinking for a moment and walked out of your room.Mortals cheer in the shadows behind you. Their faces are pale, and their cheers sound as thin as mosquitoes and flies, almost non-existent.

It's strange, why do they look so pale?
You ignore this question, it doesn't matter, it's not even a question worth thinking about.

You continue walking until you reach Fabius Bayer's infirmary.Your brother lies there, with his only sane offspring.That's good, it makes you happy to think about it.

You walk in and see the disabled Fabius Bayer operating on his knee.He was startled by your arrival, but you raised your hand to signal him to continue.

You were smiling to reassure him.You looked at his wounds and spoke in a sad tone with underlying sympathy.

"Who did you do so cruelly, Fabius?"

"It's okay, Warmaster." The pharmacist said to you, lowering his head respectfully.

He was in pain because he hadn't given himself an anesthetic.You saw the scene through the afterimage left in the air, and you also saw the murderer.But you didn't say these two things out loud, it's not something you need to deal with.

A Warmaster should be gentle, but not too gentle.Let them handle the internal conflicts among the emperor's sons. Sooner or later, they will understand your good intentions.

You looked at Fabius Bayer with approval, thinking that he was a true Son of the Emperor.You stepped forward and patted his shoulder, indicating for him to continue.You stayed aside and handed him all the instruments needed for the surgery.

This honor made the pharmacist's face turn red. As always, you used some small means to make people completely trust you.This is not cheating, after all, you do want to help him, but unlike others, you turn this help into an external display.

You remained silent and waited until the pharmacist finished his operation before speaking again: "How is my brother?"

You don't have to ask this question, not at all.

You know Fulgrim's situation better than anyone, and you only ask this question because you are here.

You haven't completely trusted Fabius Bayer yet. Although you have seen his future and you understand how important he is, you still won't trust someone so easily.

You looked at him, and he looked at you with the violet eyes he inherited from the Phoenix. He was silent for a while before answering the question.During this time, you savored the silence, feeling very satisfied.

You understand that Fabius Bayer has bowed his head to you.

"My lord is recovering, Warmaster," you heard him say. "Our sacrifice is worth it."

Yes.indeed so.You gave him another smile and sighed, "Too bad that's not enough, Fabius."

"What. What do you mean, Warmaster?" The pharmacist immediately looked at you uneasily, his expression almost filled with fear.

You know that every next sentence you hear will be laced with a stutter.You sighed again, deliberately showing sadness.You pursed your lips and looked at your brother sadly.

Your behavior completely turned the pharmacist's uneasiness into fear. He fell back in fear and actually rolled off the operating table.You immediately stepped forward and helped him up. Instead of letting him thank you, you quickly began to explain.

Some things are too much, but this level is just right at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Fabius, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to increase the frequency with which your brothers fight each other. Fulgrim is being attacked by something in his sleep, and only your souls and blood can help him. Get relief from it.”

It's strange how skilled you are at lying, when did you become so good at it?You became confused and your words stopped.

Horus Luperkar looked at Fabius Bayer in a trance.

No, you don't have to think about it.

really?
Of course, you are the Warmaster and you are good at everything.

But I can't tell such a lie, he was not attacked, he was getting help.
Whose help?

Caryl Rohars.

Yes, correct answer.You already know what he is, don't you?

He is a monster, and the purpose of his existence is to make humans and aliens kill each other.He is a ferocious god wrapped in flames, and once he sheds his stolen skin, his true colors will be revealed.

But how hateful this is.Even from far away on Terra, he still wants to dictate your affairs, as if it wasn't enough that he took away your position among your brothers. However, this time he is destined to fail. After all, the gods are blocking your father. .

Across such a long distance, what could he do alone?

But is this really what I think?I'm not so narrow-minded and I don't think he's a monster. Was it really him I saw?

No buts.You look at Fabius Bayer, who is waiting for your next words.You saw fear, pain, and doubt in his eyes—you were happy with the first two emotions, but not surprised by the last one.

You raised your hand and helped him back to the operating table.You put your hands on his shoulders, look at him sincerely, and speak slowly.

"It's true, Fabius." You said sadly. "He's starting to heal and we can't stop here."

"Okay, Warmaster." The pharmacist surrendered, and you saw the blood and tears in his heart.You also feel pain about this decision, but you have to do it.This is a necessary sacrifice.You squeezed his shoulders, forcing him to look at you again.

This time, you gave him serious confidence: "We will succeed, and we will definitely let the Phoenix rise from the ashes. Stand with me, Bayer, and we will heal him together."

After a few minutes, you leave the medical room.You're laughing, even though you don't know why.

It doesn't matter, you will know.
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"You killed me, Fulgrim," said Ferrus Manus. "You killed me cruelly, and you didn't even feel sad about it. On the contrary, you had a filthy orgasm over it. You are a monster, Fulgrim, and I hate you."

Fulgrim ignored the sound, and the cold sea breeze blew past him.He keeps moving forward and he never stops.The seawater flooded his chest and was extremely cold.

A kind of cold joy pressed from all directions, and he understood what it was - primitive desire, extreme pleasure, the limit of sensory stimulation. This joy tried to include him and make him a part of it.

It tempted him first with the hope of escape, and then with the body of Ferrus Manus.It never stops, and these waters are one of its incarnations.It also showed him other things, such as his murder of Gorgon.

But this is not true.

Fulgrim stopped, raised his hand, and wiped his face.The seawater wetted his hair, and subtle waves came slowly from the distance, gently persuading him to dive into the sea.

He lowered his head and looked down at his reflection in the water.That is a coquettishly beautiful creature. I am afraid that nothing in the world can compare with him. Those bright red and delicate lips look so delicious.
Fulgrim smiled, raised his hand, and slammed it down, breaking the water curtain.He was still afraid, but there was another roar of anger raging inside him.

"How dare you slander me like this?" he asked the dark water. "How dare you treat me as such a lowly creature? Listen up, I am Fulgrim of Chemos. I may not be perfect, and I may not be noble, but I will never inherit the blood of my brother. Take the pleasure.”

The water did not answer, but responded with a gentle wave.

"Shut up!" Phoenix roared, a kind of crazy hatred surging on his face.

He has been here for 170 years, and he keeps time by listening to his own heartbeat.

In 40 years ago, he was ignorant and collapsed by the pictures shown to him here.When he was young, he suddenly remembered the past.He still doesn't understand why he got here, but he remembers what happened before.

He remembered Horus Luperkar, and he remembered the battle.So he understood immediately that he didn't need to know where this place was, he just needed to leave.

No.80 In the second year, he began to walk continuously.The sea water was gradually getting higher, and it even reached his mouth and nose a few times, but it could never submerge him.

There were no rocks or anything else to rely on in the sea, and the sky was still dark. It was a desperate situation, and even the horizon did not exist, but he kept walking.

In 1, he understood that this was a desperate advance.Here it wants to drown him, to take him to the bottom of the sea.

But he doesn't give in.

There was no reason, he just wouldn't give in.You can name any reason, such as his love for Ferrus Manus, such as his hatred of Horus Luperkar, such as his fear for his children.
The reasons for his refusal can be varied, or they can be extremely simple, or even as simple as just four words.

I do not believe.

Yes.He didn't believe it.

He didn't believe that he would be so lowly, he didn't believe that he would so easily abandon the perfect path he and Ferus had forged together, and he didn't believe that he would just throw away the humility he had finally picked up.He's not that kind of person, never has been.

"Listen well," he said to the sea. "I am Fulgrim of Chemos, the third son of the Emperor, and the Primarch of the Third Legion. I do not believe, I do not surrender, and I reject you."

The sea water did not answer, how could it answer?What really answered him was another person, a voice, a voice he was very familiar with.

"Primarch," the voice called from behind him.

Fulgrim turned sharply.

Tacitus, Tacitus of the Sixth Company was standing there.A stubborn sergeant, a sergeant who always has something to say, a sergeant who will never bow down to anyone. His body is wrapped in flames.

Dark, darker than night.

"Why are you here?" Fulgrim asked.He had understood something, and his sorrow kept rising like the sea.

"I am dead, Primarch," said Tacitus. "We're killing each other."

"why?"

"Horus asked for it," Tacitus said quietly, standing there.

The water began to boil and roar at his arrival.In an instant, the peaceful night began to change.The originally silent ocean began to roar, the wind blew violently, and the thunder was finally no longer just a show, but actually appeared along with the lightning.

Fulgrim was nearly overturned, and would have fallen into the ocean had Tacitus not caught him.But even though they were so close, he could no longer hear any voice belonging to Tacitus.

The latter figure was interrupted by the crash of huge waves, drowned by the howl of the wind, and destroyed by lightning and thunder. He could not hear any sound, and could only truly feel a pain.

The pain was real, not as illusive as the ocean, and it burned in his hands.

Tacitus looked at him, his lips trembling and deforming.Fulgrim began to read his lips.

"They will come for you, but they are not real, Primarch."

who?Who will come to me?
Tacitus did not answer. He disappeared from the spot, as if evaporating without a trace.However, the storm did not subside at all. Phoenix stood on the spot and slowly held his right hand.

"Come on," he murmured softly. "Come, come to me"

His silver hair floated above the water.

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